Tu Xiao'an stood up from the sofa and walked over to the Two-headed Snake's body. Its scales, black as Profound Iron, were incredibly tough and glinted with a cold light. When he reached out and touched them, they were incomparably cold, like a block of thousand-year-old ice.
"Good. Very good."
Tu Xiao'an looked up at the two swaying snake heads, baring their fangs, and smiled faintly.
In an instant, the two terrifying snake heads began to circle each other. One struck like a tiger descending a mountain, the other like an eagle swooping upon its prey, and they lunged at Tu Xiao'an.
An ordinary person witnessing this would have needed nerves of steel not to be scared to death. The scene was terrifying, like the silence before a slaughter.
"Haha..."
Tu Xiao'an, on the other hand, just laughed happily. In the blink of an eye, the two snake heads lifted him and began tossing him up and down.
